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The Future Mr. and Mr. Nikiforov-Katsuki - princesscyan - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]

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Yuuri was relaxing in his bed in Hasetsu playing video games as usual. A little too relaxed if you ask Victor. The two of them were on vacation for a week and a half and were supposed to be planning their wedding. In between the sponsors and skating and the ice shows, as far as Victor was concerned Yuuri was wasting precious time. The couple had already planned all the big important things like the venue and the tuxes, but Victor had a ton of opinions on the cake decorations.



“I thought we already planned the cake,” Yuuri said as he puts his DS away.


“Well we planned the design but we still hadn’t decided whether to go with lemon or vanilla flavored frosting.”


Yuuri smiled, “Whichever you like best is fine with me.”


“It’s your wedding too you know,” Victor said, “Do you have a pen? I want to get more of your opinions on what they should throw at us, rice or bubbles.”




Yuuri laughed and pointed to his desk, not registering that Victor opened the wrong drawer. “No not that one!” he says too late.

Yuuri immediately blushed when he saw Victor unravel the carefully arranged tube of Victor Nikiforv posters from his childhood. Victor of course was excited to see just how many posters Yuuri had on his walls before he showed up. He turned around to face Yuuri with his big heart shaped grin. “Oh Yuuri! I knew you had posters, but I had no idea just how big of a fan you were.” Yuuri had a faint blush on his cheeks. Victor took another glance around the room finally noticing light rectangular spots on the wall, evidence of where posters used to hang, leading to another round of uncontrollable chuckling while Yuuri looked mortified.



Victor got his fill of laughter for the night before yawning. “Goodnight Mr. Katsuki-Nikiforov” Victor said to Yuuri as he blew a kiss and returned to the ballroom turned bedroom to take a nap. “Goodnight, Mr. Katsuki-Nikiforov” Yuuri said back. (Yuuri and Victor loved each other very much but sharing a queen-sized bed? Impossible.)




Victor found it hard to sleep. He kept thinking about the poster at the top of the stack in Yuuri’s drawer. It was the same black costume Yuuri borrowed for his Eros routine. Victor remembered his win at Juniors only barely; it happened so fast with all the crowds applauding and posters needing to be signed and pictures needing to be taken. He thought about the years he spent winning without stopping and using only himself for inspiration until he was worn out. He continued to win, even without passion. Before Yuuri there were a thousand distractions filling his time, but after Yuuri Victor’s whole world shifted. Now like two planets, Yuuri and Victor rotated around each other with a gravitation so strong they couldn’t be knocked out of one another’s orbit.




But that’s not how it was for Yuuri. That much is evident by the posters faded with age. Yuuri was always gravitating towards Victor not only as an idol, but Yuuri admitted to comparing previous flings to Victor. Victor was always the standard for Yuuri. It wasn’t fair that Victor was not made aware of Yuuri’s existence until that wonderful night of the Grand Prix banquet. There was so much missed time. 


Victor finally managed to fall asleep and was woken up to the feeling of Yuuri’s lips against his ear, “I spoke with the planner and made sure they got a combination of bubbles and rice for the sendoff.”


Shifting himself so he could face his fiancée Victor smiled and took Yuuri’s hand, “I love when you take initiative.” Then Victor sat up and put his serious face on. “I wanted to talk to you about us and about after the wedding.” Yuuri cocked his head to the side but let Victor finish what he was saying. “I have spent my whole life being Victor Nikiforov: Five Time Grand Prix Champion and Olympic Medalist. After this wedding, my name is going to change as a symbol of my love for you and as a start to our new journey. But I wanted to commemorate how much you mean to me and to really the world my love for you. Am I making sense?”


“Not really, my Vitenka.”


“Well, basically, what I’m saying is I don’t really want to hyphenate. I want to leave Victor Nikiforov behind and just be Victor Katsuki, if that’s okay with you. I just—it’s not like the titles will go away or any of my accomplishments it’s— I just—you’ve always been my biggest fan and I want to show the world that I’m yours and your biggest fan. Does that make sense?" Victor sighed, "This speech sounded better in my head.”


Yuuri rubbed his thumb over Victor’s knuckles and kissed his hand, “I know how much you love me. You could change your last name to Giaccometti for all I cared and I wouldn’t be upset,” there was a pause, “Well, maybe if you explained it like you did just now I wouldn’t be upset.”


Victor laughed softly, “So…are you okay with staying a Katsuki?”


“Oh hell no. I’ve waited too long to be called Mr. Katsuki-Nikiforov, I’m hyphenating.”


“Won’t people think that’s weird? One of us hyphenates while the other changes the name?”


Yuuri raised an eyebrow at his fiancée, “You care what other people think?”


“A little. Only when it comes to you.”


“I’ve gotten used to the seme uke speculation from everyone on the skating forums, I think I can handle a few annoying opinions on how we decide to be married.”


Victor looked confused, “The what speculation?”


“Never mind,” Yuuri said, “The point is we are the ones getting married so what we do in our marriage is up to us so ignore everyone else. I love you unconditionally and I know you love me just as much. And I can’t wait to show you off to the world as my husband and for you to show me off as yours. I love you.”

Victor grabbed Yuuri into an octopus hug and kissed both of his cheeks, “I love you so much.”

Yuuri kissed him chastely on the mouth and smiled, “I know.”